Limericks of Illness

There once was a woman of Ohio
Who had a lot of reasons to smile
Then her son he did run
a temperature of 101
And she avoided him like he was Gomer Pyle.


I once was a happy young girl
Before the days of the great hurl
Now I feel like I'm dead,
but haven't quite lost my whole head
Though I fear our home may be overtaken by venomous squirrels. (obviously I've become delusional in my illness)